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What do you know about Welsh Kings?
I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.
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Aglionby Academy was the number one reason Blue had developed her two rules: One, stay away from boys because they were trouble. And two, stay away from Aglionby boys, because they were bastards.
Whoops. Sorry for being inactive as fuck. Personal life has been a little hectic. I had finals, then I had to move out of my dorm and back into my condo, and then I was out of state for a week, and then I had another procedure done, but now I’m back. And my laptop is still busted. And by busted, I mean the entire screen is cracked and glitching out to hell and back. I should be getting a new screen soon? Hopefully? Writing replies and reblogging shit is annoying as fuck on this thing. So I’ll be scarce for a while. But not too long hopefully.
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Ronan was having issues with the lighter and when offered, he stepped toward his double to light the unlit end with his lit one. He took in a drag of the cigarette and repeated as Dream-Ronan did.
Wait, was he Dream-Ronan? The other one? Or was he the real thing? He took another long drag and let the smoke out with a sigh. “Probably, ya. But what does that say about us? ‘Here Ronan, the rest of your friends can’t be here, or can’t understand, so we made you a Ronan to go with your Ronan.’ “It’s totally fucked up. ” He chuckled. “And yes you twat, I know that. We have the same brain, remember.” He pointed to his temple and shook his head at his other-self.
Ronan shrugged, not seeming to care all that much. Or maybe he just didn’t want to think about it. The two were sometimes indistinguishable. ❝ Worse things have happened to us.❞ He raised both of his arms, indicating the scars running up and down both of them. ❝Worse things have happened here. So watch our mouths... We know how our own heads can be...❞ Cabeswater was beautiful-- an impossibility that Ronan had made a reality.
A POSSE AD ESSE...
But oh how it could kïll... How it could maim both of them if it truly desired. How it could do so much worse than what they thought of inside their heads.
Ronan shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. ❝ What’s going on in the real world, real Ronan?❞ He asked. ❝Or... What’s going on in the dream world, dream Ronan?❞
see you in the streets *smirks* (Also ps: your ask link in the menu isn't working. i had to type /ask to your url. just giving you a heads up)
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Ronan looked at his other self with a smirk. “I guess I could say the same thing.” He raised an eyebrow as he frowned at the cigarette. “So we smoke now?” And just like that Cabeswater put an unlit cigarette between his lips and a lighter in his hand.
He sighed. “Well, I guess, we can’t get cancer in a dream.” He shrugged and offered his other-self a light. “So, really. Why are you here? Why are we here?”
Ronan shrugged his shoulders halfheartedly, turning slightly so he could glance at his dream-self. Real-self? Other-self? Did it even matter?
He supposed that he was the real Ronan, but he was never sure. The thoughts of the identical Lynch’s usually combined into one, so maybe he really was the copy that Cabeswater summoned up. He didn’t like to dwell on it.
He leaned forward to meet the end of his cigarette to the offered flame, pulling back when it began to burn. He sucked in a breath, letting the horrid smoke fill his lungs before wincing and allowing it all to come back billowing through his nostrils.
❝Dunno,❞ He replied, finally starting to take in the state of the second Ronan. They wore the same clothing, the same expression, the same everything. It was unnerving, but comforting at the same time. At least they understood each other. He motioned for the other to come closer so he could light the second cigarette on the end of his own. ❝I reckon it has something to do with our mental stability and our lack of a decent social life. Cabsewater probably sensed how emotionally fucked we are and felt bad for us and dreamed up somebody we can actually talk to.❞ He paused. ❝Do you know what they call cancer in Spanish? El Cancer. Isn’t that fucked? ❞
I’m sorry I’ve been so flakey lately! I’m sort of in the middle of final projects and exams and everything, plus a whole bunch of medical shit. I got put on some narcotic and it’s been making me hella drowsy and I can’t focus on much before I knock the fuck out. Literal pill, drink, dream over here. I should get everything out by tomorrow. But then it’s another small hiatus because of the surgery shit and then exams.